"I grinned self consciously, "It's just a garden mum." but secretly I was pleased with her reaction, I'd sometimes had to go into the garden at the .i...stitute for the vegetables, and I'd marvelled at how they all grew from little tiny seeds. Since getting Mr. Patel's permission to use this garden, I'd spent every spare minute in it, digging, weeding, hoeing and planting, I loved it."No Tommy it's anything but, just a garden, it's really beautiful."Then she squealed with delight when she saw my. ‘I’m Sheriff Martin, this is Lt. Jackman. Are you Benjamin Morris?’ ‘Ah…yes…yes I am,’ Ben replied. He was still half-asleep, but was waking up fast. ‘What…what is this all about?’ ‘May we come in, Mr. Morris?’ the second man asked. ‘We have some questions we need to ask you.’ ‘Ah…sure, come on in,’ Ben said. He walked into the living room and sat down on his sofa. Why were the police here at this hour? What was wrong? The man who’d identified himself as Sheriff Martin sat down on Ben’s. When she had questioned Tom he said it was part of her training: to learn patience and acceptance. She should learn to adapt by finding something to interest her. There were many books in the room, many provided because of her interests in Gothic Architecture and middle European history. She lay on her tummy on the bed – her bottom was still tender though now she could stand quite a severe beating without too much trouble – and started to read a fascinating account of the Emperor Charlemagne.. He kept himself trimmed and neat. I immediately took his cock into my mouth, it made his body tremble and I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. It was salty and tangy and it begged for more. Ron beckoned up with his finger and carefully pulled down my skirt to reveal my panties that were already soaked with my juices. He took them off, picked me up by my waist and carried me over to his bed where he kissed down my stomach all the way to my sweet spot. I felt his tongue go lower and lower until.